[well i’m not scatologically inclined like Jimmy but i am a Wifemadfucker, so, cheers, raise a glass of something, wink at the proliferating puritans, scoff at the joyblanking puritanifications, drink up and grab lovingly your Wife or if it’s your husband then Wife him madly, gladly, with tender jazz-rhythm ballads of thrust, pump, pamper and Happy Bloomsday to the Bloomsdei…!] . . To NORA  Dublin 16 December 1909 My sweet darling girl At last you write to me! You must have given that naughty little cunt of yours a most ferocious frigging to write me such a disjointed letter. As … Continue reading THE BLOOMSDAY ANTI-BLUENOSE FUSILLADE

Near a park dedicated to Käthe Kollwitz there’s a corner from which these two towers appear both near to one another and nearly equal in height. Near to this corner is St. George’s bookshop, in front of which I stood this morning at 8am, having forgotten that it won’t open until 11am. There was a girl with white/gold hair standing in front of the unopen book shop, shielding her eyes as she looked East, an unusually large crucifix, on a chain around her neck, reflecting the young sun. Aging symbols are always at risk: from hinting at the depths of … Continue reading BLOOMSDAY IN BERLIN-a gallery